i wonder if life will ever make sense to me....what is the point of living if were just going to die? whats the point of seeing something beautiful if you can turn around and see something horrible? I hear people say roses are beautiful but if you look beyond it.....what will you see i see someones funeral whats beautiful about that? roses are the color of someones blood on the ground how is that amazing? if you looked beyond the world you would stars right? what if those stars are people we have lost i wouldnt doubt it....so next time you look at the world look beyond the happiness of it all open your eyes and let reality sink in...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem